There’s a murder in my yard right now. About 12 strong. They’re clustered around the bird feeder, having a ball.
Cawing and jumping, flying around and swooping in on each other.
The cats are going nuts in the big window, tails wagging, chittering at the prospect of going out there and getting some action. The fact that they’d likely get their ass handed to them is of no consequence.
Unfortunately, the batteries in the digital camera are dead. Next time I’ll be more prepared, sorry.
I like crows, for some reason.